London, somewhere underground.

The chandelier glows warmly, illuminating the not very spacious space.

A wooden round table was placed in the center of the basement, and more than a dozen figures sat behind it, with an atmosphere of planning some kind of treacherous conspiracy.

These are cabinet ministers, decision-makers in Whitehall, 100 per cent dignitaries.

It's just that behind them all stood the blood clan elite with their fangs bared.

Sir Humphrey Upbier put down the walkie-talkie with ease, hooked his fingers, and turned it off.

He turned to look at Prime Minister Rachel Ross with a grim face.

The provocative female prime minister pressed her hands on the table with a "snap" and yelled at Sir Applebier: "How dare you? How dare you! ”

Prime Minister Ross's sudden outburst was immediately stopped by the blood women behind him.

The Prime Minister's Economic Policy Adviser, dressed as a professional woman, grabbed the Prime Minister's shoulders with her pincer-like arms and forcibly pushed the Prime Minister back into her chair.

"How dare you? I'm sorry, Prime Minister, but I don't particularly understand what you mean. ”

Sir Applebir frowned and smiled, "Do you mean to invite you here?" Or is it about shooting? ”

Prime Minister Rachel Ross didn't say a word, just stared at the permanent secretary of the cabinet with cold eyes.

If eyes could kill, Sir Applebir would have been delayed countless times at this moment.

"Huh."

Sir Applebir said noncommittally and indifferently: "There is no way to do this, the majesty of the British Empire must be maintained, put them in the Houses of Parliament today, then tomorrow they can seize Downing Street."

This is no longer an ordinary rally and march, but an organized and purposeful political event.

This is the naked British Revolution, and they must be exterminated in the cradle. ”

Prime Minister Rachel Ross was even angrier when she heard this, and she tried to stand up, but the policy advisers behind her restrained her, and she could only sit in her seat and roar: "They're just civilians, just unarmed civilians!" If you do this, aren't you afraid of setting off even greater public resentment?! ”

"Of course not, the people are like pigs and dogs, and they will stop by themselves after a while. Emotions come and go quickly, and they only need to be wounded and killed by the front group, and the rabble behind will collapse on their own. ”

Sir Humphrey Applebier shrugged and said, "Even professional armies can collapse in the face of a certain casualty rate, let alone ordinary people?"

A series of gunshots, combined with riot shields, blast batons, stun grenades, tear gas, high-pressure water cannons and other clamps, can easily destroy their resistance. ”

Speaking of this, the bloodline paused for a moment, and said with an evil smile: "As for the consequences, you don't have to worry, you must know that the total IQ and memory duration of a group are inversely proportional to the size of the group.

No matter how great the suffering and humiliation are, it only needs to be guided by time and the media, and it can be easily digested, and no one cares about it anymore. ”

Prime Minister Rachel Ross retorted: "Ridiculous! The people can be fooled, they can be manipulated, but they will not forget. ”

"No, no, no, Prime Minister, the masses of the people are unexpectedly easy to domesticate, and once they hold the reins, their memories will fade far faster than you can imagine."

Sir Humphrey Upbier wagged his finger and said: "In 1932, in the American country, which has become the center of world civilization, our cousin in England, there was a demonstration of veterans.

Unable to survive the Great Depression, the scrawny veterans with arms and legs were humbly approached by the federal government for immediate payment of the compensation promised to them during World War I.

Unfortunately, Mr. Hobford, who was the president at the time, thought that these veterans had made 'excessive' demands at an inopportune time, and that he himself was poor, so he decided that the veterans' hardships were entirely due to the veterans' lack of effort. ’

Moreover, President Hufu also believed that the veterans' demonstrations were a conspiracy by political opponents to bring him down, and that they were the result of the 'CPSU' behind the scenes.

So he ordered the suppression and expulsion of veterans who marched toward Washington.

Generals MacArthur and Patton, with thousands of soldiers, several tanks, and bayonets and rifles, forcibly expelled veterans and their families from camps on the outskirts of Washington.

Screams, gunshots, and curses blended together, tear gas was indistinguishable from the smoke from the burning houses, and the bodies of veterans stabbed with bayonets were still wearing military uniforms and military insignia.

But guess what, what is the end result? MacArthur was not punished in any way, and even President Hofoy, who personally gave the order, left after the presidential election with dignity, was able to live in his country house and write his memoirs complacently.

No one cares about those who die, and even today, who American people go back and take the initiative to look through these records, and the American media will take the initiative to open this inglorious scar?

At most, it is just a private occasion for three or two people, which is used as a topic of small talk. ”

Sir Humphrey Applebier looked at Prime Minister Ross with a tense face and did not say a word, spread his hands, and said with a smile: "The same is true of Guy Fox Night today, even if some people die in the conflict, we can probably identify it as a spy sent to Britain by 'foreign forces'.

All it takes is one or two smoke bombs from the media to stir up the so-called truth, and the uninformed people will fall into a whirlpool of mutual arguments.

As for the truth? They were, are, and will not really understand – they just need a plausible excuse to help them forget this history, to convince them that the world is what it is, and to continue to be blind and stupid pariahs. ”

At this point, Sir Humphrey Applebier laughed with his hands on his hips, and laughed pleasantly: "And you, the honorable Prime Minister of Ross, are the excuse."

Let me tell you what happens: in an hour's time, you'll be giving a televised speech to the nation that the small popular riots in London have been completely suppressed, and that you are the one who gave the order to suppress them. ”

Prime Minister Ross said with a blank face: "Why did I do this? ”

"Because you are a pure patriot, and a pure, noble, and pure person is the easiest to see through and manipulate."

Sir Applebir did not care about the other party's feelings in the slightest, but said with a grin: "You love this country so much, and hope that this glorious country will continue to sail.

If you don't want tonight's bloody and violent clash to be the last straw that crushes the British Empire. Then it is up to you, a person of sufficient weight, to bear all the necessary evils. ”

The Bloodline bowed down, looked at Prime Minister Ross with a playful gaze of anticipation, and said softly, "Prime Minister, it's time for you to make sacrifices for this country, take this pot on your back." ”

It's a pity that Prime Minister Ross is not Chinese, so she can't tell the cold joke of "why do I have to bear the blame".

She just quivered her lips and glanced around the round table, nodding bitterly helplessly as the other cabinet ministers dodged their eyes.

She loves the country and is even willing to give everything for it.

"Hahahaha, hahahahaha."

Sir Humphrey Applebier laughed heartily, he had never felt that life was so good, and that the machinations of the so-called V-letter vendetta were vulnerable to heavy ammunition.

However, the sudden sound of the walkie-talkie interrupted his laughter, making him pick up the walkie-talkie with a frown,

"Hello?"

“.... This is Outer One. The unnamed general said bitterly: "We have encountered some trouble here. ”

In front of the general, all the bullets, tear gas, stun grenades, and high-pressure water cannons that poured into the crowd were frozen in the air by the invisible and insubstantial power, like some kind of modern sculpture.

It wasn't Leon, not Constantine, not Deadpool, not Harry Potter who created this spectacle,

It's the crowd.

The crowd at the forefront, revealing the magic net casting credentials from their sleeves.

There are thousands of users of these nets, drawing energy from the Aether Towers that dot London, and they are harnessing the Aether with their arms outstretched to solidify the barrage.

The scene froze, and it was not only the soldiers who were stunned, but also the people.

Sir Humphrey Applebier, who was in the underground fortifications, snorted all over the place, and four pointed fangs stretched out of his mouth, and screamed towards the radio hole of the walkie-talkie.

Infrasound waves, which cannot be heard by ordinary people, are transmitted to the square accurately and unmistakably through walkie-talkies.

The British in the front row did not react, and the British array in the rear suddenly rushed forward, squeezing their comrades aside while sloppily replacing their guns with new magazines.

Hidden in this magazine is a special bullet specially developed by the Bloodclan to restrain the caster of the magic net.

The general watched in amazement as his army mutinied, and he tried to grab the horn to maintain order, but the expressionless adjutant simply punched him in the stomach, causing him to tremble and fall.

The adjutant picked up the bullhorn and solemnly waved his arm, "Shoot!" ”

This time, the screaming trait bullet burst through the Ethernet network and pierced through the spellcasters.

Blood splattered.